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barely there

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in a slow pattern of nothing,
life dragged by.
weighed down by something barely there,
she could no longer fly.

merely a memory, she knew
it would do her no good to dwell
on the things of the past
that would make her life a living hell.

one short evening
felt like an eternity.
the music and the wind
followed by calamity.

she could not forget,
but now she was a woman
barely there.
barely aware,
hardly concerned
with the matters of life.

she could not forget
that night of bliss.